I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

"Come back with me! Don't go to this lousy class anymore!"

In the living room, Leung Ka-tung sat slumped on the sofa, shaking his leg and chewing gum.

His thuggish and scoundrel-like demeanor contrasted sharply with Gu Wanyin's trembling shoulders.

"Boss Wang really thinks highly of us! He gave us a dowry of two hundred thousand! You're already twenty-six this year, if you don't get married soon you'll be stuck with him forever!"

"I'm your father! It's clearly written in the law, I'm letting you marry, and even the King of Heaven himself can't stop me!"

Liang Huilan was trembling with anger, pointing her finger at her younger brother's nose:

"Are you even human?!"

"Wanyin is your own daughter! Not an object! Two hundred thousand? Are you selling your daughter or marrying her off?!"

"Liang Jiadong, back when you asked for money to gamble and caused your sister-in-law's death, I told you that Wan Yin would have nothing to do with you anymore!"

"Sis, that's not very interesting."

Leung Ka-tung spat out his chewing gum and spread his hands with a grin:

"That's what you think. Even if I committed murder and arson, I'm still her father. Who do you think you are? Just an aunt, trying to make decisions for her?"

He looked Liang Huilan up and down:

"Don't pretend to be a good person. Your son hasn't come back all these years; he's probably forgotten about you by now, hasn't he?"

"You're an old widow, who are you going to leave all these properties to? Why not use them to help the only son in the Liang family?"

"You...you...you...you..."

Liang Huilan felt a rush of heat to her head, and her vision went black.

Gu Wanyin bit her lip hard, tears streaming down her face. She reached out to help her aunt, but Liang Jiadong grabbed her wrist.

"Stop crying! You're just like your deadbeat mother! Come on! You're coming with me today!"

At that moment, a hand firmly pressed down on Liang Jiadong's wrist.

He was startled and looked up.

The first thing you see is a young face with little expression.

"Let go."

Qingyuan's voice was very soft, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Who are you? Pretty boy? Our family matters are none of your business..."

Before Liang Jiadong could finish speaking, a flash of red light appeared.

[Mind Monkey - Disturbing the Mind], activated.

"I initially thought this was a dirty trick and never considered using it."

"But you, who are even worse than animals, will just have to taste what it's like to have bone fragments chewed up."

The swear words that Leung Ka-tung was about to utter suddenly caught in his throat.

My vision is blurry.

Why... have the lights dimmed?

He looked around blankly.

This is no living room; it's clearly a dirty and cramped basement.

"Squeak—"

The rickety iron gate in front of them was pushed open.

"Leung Ka-tung, it's only right to pay back debts."

Several burly men with menacing faces walked in carrying watermelon knives, grinning maliciously as they pinned him down on the greasy gambling table.

"Not paying me back? Then you can offer your finger as collateral!"

A flash of cold light.

Excruciating pain, real, excruciating pain!

Liang Jiadong screamed and curled up on the ground. Before he could catch his breath, the scene before him was shattered.

This time, it was a street in torrential rain.

A pale, emaciated woman knelt before him, begging him not to take away his last life-saving money.

He kicked the woman away and snatched her bank card.

Sudden.

The woman raised her head.

No pupils, blood flowing from all seven orifices, a mournful voice:

"Leung Ka-tung...give me back my life...give me back my life..."

The woman transformed into a vengeful ghost, opening her blood-red maw and lunging forward!

"Ah!!! Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! I was wrong!!!"

......

Inside the living room.

Just moments ago, Leung Ka-tung was all arrogant, but now, as if he had witnessed something terrifying, he clutched his head and screamed hysterically.

Less than two minutes.

The screams turned into meaningless sobs.

His eyes were glazed over, drool dripped down his chin, his crotch was soaked, and he mumbled incoherently:

"Don't cut off my hand...don't cut off my hand..."

Outside the door, police sirens blared.

Once the limp, muddy "father" was carried away, the house finally quieted down.

Liang Huilan sat on the sofa, her face still a little pale.

Qingyuan poured her a glass of warm water and handed it to her, patting her back.

"Aunt Liang, it's alright now. Evil people will be punished by evil people. This kind of person has done too many bad things, and retribution has come."

"Xiao Qing, I'm so sorry you had to see this..."

Liang Huilan took a sip of water, recovered her composure, and pulled over Gu Wanyin, whose eyes were red and swollen:

"Come, let me introduce you. This is my poor niece, Gu Wanyin."

"Wanyin, he's the brat your aunt always talks about. He lives next door."

Gu Wanyin lowered her head, her fingers twisting the hem of her clothes, her voice soft:

"Aunt...Auntie, I...we know each other..."

"know?"

Liang Huilan was taken aback, her eyes darting between the two of them, as if she had remembered something.

"Hurrah!"

She slapped her thigh, and her gloom vanished:

"No wonder the bento I made the other day was so exquisite; it turns out it was for this brat?!"

"No! No... I just did it on the spur of the moment..."

Gu Wanyin's face turned bright red, and she wished she could disappear into the ground.

Qingyuan was a little embarrassed and touched his nose:

"Well, Aunt Liang, we really met by chance. I even received a lot of help from Wan Yin at the company."

The atmosphere at the next meal finally became warmer.

Qingyuan and Liang Huilan chatted about everyday things, from funny stories at the company to recent vegetable prices.

Gu Wanyin listened quietly from the side, occasionally responding and adding rice and dishes to their bowls, being extremely well-behaved.

They ate and drank their fill.

Qingyuan got up to take his leave.

As I reached the entrance of the building, I heard footsteps behind me.

"Qingyuan..."

Qingyuan turned around.

The hallway lights shone on Gu Wanyin's face, making her appear exceptionally delicate.

"Thank you."

Gu Wanyin raised her head, her eyes resolute:

"Although I don't know why he suddenly acted that way... I know it must be because of you."

She is not stupid.

Leung Ka-tung is a scoundrel with excellent mental fortitude; otherwise, he wouldn't have become a deadbeat.

The only variable is the man in front of me.

Qingyuan smiled, neither admitting nor denying.

"Go back home. It's windy outside. From now on, stand tall and live your life with your back straight. No one will be able to bully you anymore."

......

Back in the cozy little house.

Qingyuan composed himself, his gaze sharpening.

Ancestor Simulator.

There are only three years left until the second decade-long test.

Storm is coming.

"It's time for a breakthrough."

......

Blackwater City, the backyard of Huayaotang.

The autumn wind is bleak, swirling up a few fallen leaves.

"Are you leaving?"

Yang Dan held the purple clay teapot in her hands and looked at her increasingly worldly-looking nephew.

Shu Yan handed over a storage bag, her voice calm:

"Uncle-Master, Xu Sixing has come to our door. Give him this item, and he will understand once he sees it."

Yang Danhe took it blankly, without asking what was inside, her eyes wandering as if she were reminiscing.

"Yan'er".

"Twenty years ago, my senior brother led us to flee into the Immortal Deer Plain like stray dogs."

"At the time, I thought that having a broken tile to cover my head and being able to survive would be enough to do justice to my ancestors."

Who could have imagined that Guanhua Gate would be so prosperous today?

The old man kept talking, as if afraid he wouldn't have the chance to say it again.

After he finished speaking, he remained silent for a moment.

"Yan'er, you...you're about to break through, aren't you?"

Shu Yan didn't hide anything and nodded gently: "Yes, the opportunity has arrived, and we can't wait any longer."

Yang Danhe shakily pulled out an old jade bottle from his bosom, its glaze mottled and clearly showing signs of age.

"My uncle's only skill in life is alchemy."

He solemnly placed the jade bottle into Shu Yan's hands:

"This is the Foundation Establishment Pill that I desperately protected during our escape."

"In recent years, I have also sought out many ancient methods to cleanse and refine you with medicinal liquids, removing the heat toxins. The medicinal properties are mild, making it most suitable for you."

Shu Yan held the jade bottle, which was still warm from her body, took a step back, and solemnly bowed in worship.

"Uncle-Master, take care."

Dressed in plain white like clouds, she drifted away.

Yang Danhe stood in the empty courtyard, tears streaming down her face.

"Grandmaster... if you truly have a spirit, please take a look..."

"Squeak."

Duan She pushed open the door and entered, his spiritual pressure surging, clearly indicating that he had recently broken through to the next level.

"My lord! A wealthy guest has arrived outside, saying he has a big business deal to discuss and insists on seeing you."

Yang Danhe wiped his face, composed himself, and transformed back into the unfathomable "Grand Steward Yang".

"Okay, lead the way."

......

At the foot of the main peak of Qinglu Mountain.

The underground karst cave, Shuihua Cave.

It is also the location of the [ritual altar].

As the confluence of the entire Qinglu Mountain watercourse, the area is extremely cold.

Shu Yan sat cross-legged in front of the ancient altar.

The surrounding underground rivers surged and roared, but when they came within three zhang (approximately 10 meters) of them, they became docile and obedient.

He flipped his hand and took out the Foundation Establishment Pill.

The pills were translucent and crystal clear, containing flowing clouds within.

Tilte your head back and swallow.

The medicinal properties dissipated, and a warm current gently enveloped my limbs and bones.

Shu Yan closed her eyes.

At the head of the table, a gaze fell upon him, revealing a reassuring gentleness.

The tension has eased.

Shu Yan lowered her guard and murmured softly:

"So... you've always been here."

My thoughts are deep.

Ancient scrolls in the sea of ​​consciousness turned, and the sounds of the Great Dao resounded:

"Water has no fixed shape, it flows with the current; the moon has no inherent purpose, it reflects the light with the waves; the water of Kan flows and nourishes, moving within the earth..."

"To transform oneself into the vast expanse of water, and to use one's spirit as a mirror of the moon palace..."

In the sea of ​​consciousness, a bright, clear jade disc slowly rises.

The great river within his body shattered, scattering into countless streams, lakes, and deep pools, reflecting millions of bright moons.

It may be round or incomplete, bright or dark.

Using the false to cultivate the true, the real and the illusory share the same origin.

A luminous white cocoon took shape, isolating her from the mortal world.

Behind him, the phantom of a golden-eyed white ape appeared, its wildness subdued, its appearance solemn and dignified, its two claws holding the furnace.

As the ancient verse says:

The monkey tried to catch the moon's reflection in the water, but it was all in vain. Today, he has refined his true form, and the Great Unity appears in the vast void.

A misty, ethereal atmosphere filled the room, making it feel chilly.

......

Guanhua Back Hill Courtyard

The atmosphere was completely different, overflowing with the warmth of everyday life.

"Dad! Look at that punch, wasn't it powerful!"

Thirteen-year-old Chai Dingwei was a robust and energetic boy who practiced boxing in the courtyard, making loud "hey-ha" sounds.

Chai Wu sat upright on a small stool, his face full of doting affection.

He Qin sat to the side, holding her one-year-old son, gently patting him to sleep.

A rare moment of warmth.

Aside from training at the military camp, Chai Wu usually went out to do shady jobs for the sect leader, rarely enjoying family time.

late at night.

Chai Wu gently carried his sleeping son back to the room, tucked him in, and then turned and left.

He Qin stood under the moonlight, her eyes red-rimmed.

As intelligent as she is, how could she not guess the reason for the man's unusually gentle manner today?

She stepped forward silently and took out an old-fashioned item from her sleeve.

It was a sword tassel woven from coarse hemp rope and a few worthless spiritual herbs, and the workmanship was rough.

During their escape, He Qin feared that Chai Wu would become blinded by rage and lose his mind, so she personally wrote this saying that could "tie his heart."

Later, when life got better, Chai Wu changed his sword, and Sui Zi was put away.

Now, He Qin has reattached it to Chai Wu's wrist.

"It's tied up."

She choked back tears, clinging tightly to the man's rock-hard waist:

"Remember the way home."

Chai Wu remained silent, then hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead.

.......

Half an hour later.

The back mountain of Danxia, ​​the molten lava pool.

The area is known for its intense geothermal activity and boiling magma, making it an ideal place to forge one's physique.

This was also the place where Chai Wu chose to retreat into seclusion.

However, a slender figure stood before the sweltering heat.

The pink skirt fluttered in the hot wind.

Qin Ranqing.

She stared at her toes, biting her lips until they bled.

She suddenly looked up, and her usually charming face was now filled with determination.

"Elder Chai..."

She took a deep breath and approached the stunned man step by step, her voice trembling, yet harder than metal:

"I...I'll stay with you."

"I am a spirit vine, and only the extreme of earth fire, supplemented by... supplemented by the harmony of yin and yang... can help you hold onto your last breath and break through the barrier between life and death."

The meaning was clear even though it wasn't explicitly stated.

A wave of heat hits you.

I don't know if the subterranean fire is too hot, or if people's hearts are too scorching.

In an instant, the lava burst open, creating a tremendous roar.